Chandea, Year of Severus, 21st, I.R., the 84th day of Spring, Golden Eagle's Front, Western Border
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Prince Veritus walked inside his tent were his harem of beastwomen slave waited for him at one side of his huge tent. He looked around and saw the women distanced from one another, sweating profusely underneath their thin, almost see-through cotton dress.
"Bath! I need a bath!" He shouted loudly at them as he took off the cape from his shoulders.
The slaves looked at each other, unsure of what he wanted. Veritus who was already frustrated from the sweltering heat wanted to whip the insolent beastwomen. However, he showed a little bit of restraint today after hearing the news about his brother earlier.
"Gwanhan Butha!" He spoke in their barbaric tongue. "Gwanhan Butha! Vri-ikat!" He added some profanities to emphasize what he meant.
